I've Been Transfered

I knew working for the phone company would be a lot different than working in a factory that makes window cleaner and furniture polish. I knew it would take some getting used to. But there was a side-effect I didn't expect. I've been transfered. At least, my dreams have all been transfered. Now, all of a sudden, when I'm dreaming, I'm in California. Sometimes I go to Texas, but usually it's California. I meet my friends in San Bernardo and West Covina, we go shopping on Reseda Boulevard and Grand Avenue. Life is good. At least in my dreams.